1 O God, the heathens are come into thy inheritance, they have defiled thy holy temple: they have made Jerusalem as a place to keep fruit. 2 They have given the dead bodies of thy servants to be meat for the fowls of the air: the flesh of thy saints for the beasts of the earth. 3 They have poured out their blood as water, round about Jerusalem and there was none to bury them. 4 We are become a reproach to our neighbours: a scorn and derision to them that are round about us. 5 How long, O Lord, wilt thou be angry for ever: shall thy zeal be kindled like a fire?8 Remember not our former iniquities: let thy mercies speedily prevent us, for we are become exceeding poor. 9 Help us, O God, our saviour: and for the glory of thy name, O Lord, deliver us: and forgive us our sins for thy name's sake.